Road Trip..Wow Philippines!

Go on a road trip. Carry your camera with you. Stop. Breath. Enjoy. And thank God for the beautiful world you live in. 

Don't forget to shoot raw... :P 

Taken while on a road trip in Ilocos. 

The Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal, Quebec

I thought i knew the word grandeur. I've used it many times to describe something i thought was grand. According to Webster's Dictionary, gran-deur means: a great and impressive quality. But not until i saw the Basilica of Notre Dame in Montreal. My jaw dropped to the floor in awe. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, it made me want to cry. That feeling you get when you see something new and so beautiful is immaculate. It was like giving birth.

The Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal or La Basilique Notre-Dame de Montreal is a Gothic Revival Architecture. It is considered one of the most dramatic in the world. The intricate wood carvings is amazing. One would wonder how they have done it during those times. Don't you find it ironic that today's architecture, despite the technology where everything is possible opts for a modern minimalist approach of clean lines?

Travel to Montreal, Quebec

When my sister asked me if i wanted to go to Montreal, without a blink of an eye, i said yes! Who wouldn't? Who doesn't love vacations, short trips? I would love to go on vacation my whole life....

So on December 19, 2014 we travelled to Montreal via the VIA Rail Train. The 5 hour train experience was wonderful. The stewards/stewardess were really nice. They have a wi-fi on board too, so it's not going to bore you. But come on, are you really going to do that? You gotta see the picturesque landscape outside...it's beautiful!

Inside VIA Rail Train

My son's home is Singapore

We have lived in Singapore for 8 years. It was our home until this year when we felt it was about time to move on.

For our 2-yr old son though, Singapore will always be his home. For the past few months he would refer to places where we stayed as Tito Danny's house, Tita Bay's house, Wowo and Wowa's house, Ninang's house. But never his house.

Last night, my son and his Daddy were browsing old pictures of him when he was a baby, and he told his dad, "I miss my home. I want to go home to my house". It breaks my heart. It's not easy to be moving around like gypsies, i know. :(

Don't worry, son. Soon we can stay in our own house. But you're always home, because home is with us no matter where we are..

Taken in October 2014 when i went back to watch the WTA Open!

Zamboanga Siege: The Aftermath

It has been more than a year since it happened, and I still can't get over it. So i'm putting it in, so we do not forget what happens after a War, a Siege, a Rebellion. Whatever you call it. People suffer.

In September 9, 2013 Zamboanga City was under siege by the MNLF. I do not understand why this has to happen. I don't get it. Really. Too many speculations. Conspiracy Theories. But what happens after all these mess? Who suffers?

When I got the chance to go home in December 2013, I wanted to see the lives of those who has lost their homes. Those who were forced to live by the Cawa-Cawa Boulevard or the Grandstand, two places by the way that means a lot to me while growing up has turned up into an evacuation site for those affected by this madness.

Sadness. That's how I felt. Utter sadness. Can you truly look at this babygirl and tell me it's alright to have war?